Prologue
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The warm waters enveloped his strong sinewy body, as he swam upward breaking the surface of the pond. Careful to not disturb the peaceful of it, he did not say a word of even splash the waters. It was when he was here, that he could forget everything.
The Devil gene. And most of all, Ling. It was her who haunted him...who kept him at night. It was here love of amusement parks that drawn him there. Hoping she'd be there, riding all the rides and eating cotton candy. But she was not there. She never was.
It tore him up inside. It made him want to cry. But boys don't cry, right? He was a strong man, he defeated his grandfather...But it took one thought of one girl, and he was a whimpering baby. He let himself sink underneath the waters.
He swan to the edge and climbed out. He picked up a soft towel and wrapped it around his waist, while he walked around in small circles. Then he put on his black gi, and then he was back to thinking of her.
Xiaoyu sighed, and picked up a brochure for an amusement park. Well, it was no use in wallowing in self pity, she thought, going to her closet. She picked out the cutest outfit she had, dressed, and headed for the park.
She rode all the rides several times, and for a time forgot about him. And she even forgot about the friends from the tournament that she had kept in touch with. They all complained about their troubles and whims, completely forgetting she was human too. It was hard sometimes. Especially when his face popped into her mind. Xiaoyu was determined to forget him forever!
He ran around the temple ground several times, and then began to practice. Keeping himself busy was the only way he knew to forget her. After the tournament he left so quickly, afraid that the cute little girl he once knew had grown up and loved someone else. Now, he regretted that. He was always the arrogant brat, and always will be it seemed.
He couldn't even bring himself to talk to her once during the entire tournament. Stupid, stupid, stupid. That's what he was, stupid. Trying to stop thinking about Xiaoyu, Jin sped up on his kata, and completely lost his balance. Sarcastic clapping was heard.
"Always the show off aren't you Kazama." A voice he knew well, and hated. Hated with a passion.